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| GM Account | Oct 17 2014, 03:51 PM Post #1 | ||||||
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Huge Field
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| Clover | Oct 17 2014, 08:18 PM Post #2 | ||||||
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The Trébol Brawler
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Launch Day was here, and Clovis, despite his less-than-stellar sleep, was fidgeting all through breakfast, ready to smack some Grimm. By the time he was guided to his launchpad, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, readying himself to be thrown into the air. This was what he'd trained for, this...would determine the rest of his school year, at the very least. He was nervous, but even moreso, he was excited. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, slipping his headphones over his ears and his aviators over his eyes as soon as he turned around to face the section of the Winding Woods before him. His stomach tightened. In there....everything would happen. Eager to start, he shoved his fists into his collapsed gauntlets, feeling the familiar sensation of them sliding up and encasing his arms. His fists were practically screaming to kill Grimm. He rolled his shoulders and neck and continued to bounce on his feet, not caring if anyone thought him weird. He'd learned to block that sort of stuff out long ago. Sycamore called for attention, and anticipation bubbled up in Clovis' chest at an increased intensity. By the time Diantha was done explaining things, he was so keen to begin that he let out a loud, enthusiastic woop. Okay....that, he cared about, though he pretended not to. Instead, he fiddled with the holocaster screen on his right gauntlet, adjusting some last-minute playli-- settings. He needed...mood music for this, and he'd picked it out long before he'd gotten to the academy. He knew exactly which beat-filled song he wanted to play. He hit play just as the first student was flung, much to his amazement. Music blasted from the speakers in his palms, and much more gently into his ears via headphones. He could feel the beat charging through his body, and he couldn't help but grin, keeping a careful eye on the students getting flung. It'd be his turn in a matter of-- --Approximately 15 seconds into the song, and he was airborne, tumbling through the air. A few weak, strategically placed bursts from his gauntlets, and he was stabilized. He let out another, much longer excited woop of joy, feeling the air rush past him and watching the scenery fly by underneath. As soon as he felt himself start to slow, he strategically pointed his palms behind him and forced a beat to burst beneath him, propelling himself. He laughed more and yelled, completely forgetting any plans he'd had to meet up with anyone. This felt great! He loved flying! He felt so....so free! But alas, he knew he had to land. After exactly 2 more bursts like the first, he allowed himself to descend, spotting an open clearing that would be perfect to land in. He angled his body and pointed his palms in front of him, amplifying the beats so that their booms slowed his descent. He made contact with the ground exactly 30 seconds after he'd been airborne, creating quite the impact despite his combat roll. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't painful, but nothing was broken and he looked cool all hunched over with his fist and knee on the ground and that was all he really cared about. His music had come to a dead stop, and he lifted his head, immediately taking in his surroundings. Edited by Clover, Oct 17 2014, 08:29 PM.
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| Seth | Oct 18 2014, 01:11 PM Post #3 | ||||||
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King of Awesome
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Seth was somewhat surprised at himself when we woke up the morning of the Launch. He rose about two hours before the others, the sound of the shower being the only thing breaking through the silence of the pre-dawn. He wasn't nervous, though he had expected himself to be. Instead he was just focused, tuning his boots by the time everyone else had risen to go through their routines. Some idle chatter was exchanged with Xavier, mostly pertaining to how they were going to meet up. They had inspected the map before even coming up, and they both knew where they'd be most likely to meet up and become partners. It was to be simple, clean, and painless. Their other two teammates would be harder to pick out, but that bridge would be crossed when the time came. The Launch Day Announcement passed through his ears, his focus on the locales he determined would be easiest to reach. A single sentence struck out at him, something that had managed to escape even his thorough memory. "The first person you make eye contact with shall become your partner, from there on you are to find another set of partners to become your teammates." Oh. Crap. Seth barely had time to process a plan before he was launched airborne. Focus, Seth. Focus. This isn't the end of the world, Xavier shouldn't be impossible to spot. Resisting his internal urge to bask in the glory of flight, his eyes flickered over the various launchees, looking for the familiar silhouette of B.O.S.S. It had to be somewhere, he just had to focus and look. His gaze flickered briefly to the quickly oncoming trees, reminding Seth to adjust his pose and launch himself skyward once more. A quick look up confirmed his most obvious landing location, the great open field serving as a clearing between the dense forests. One of the locations they decided on. A nice thought, but he needed to find Xavier before he decided on where he'd land. Trying to slow his pace with kicks aimed towards launching upwards more than forward, Seth kept looking. Something kept throwing him off though, a little nagging bug in his ear. What the everlasting fuck was that? And why did it seem to be getting CLOSER? Seth growled, trying to tune it out and instead keep looking, but whatever it was just kept bursting right into his ears. His teeth clenched as he began looking for the source of the noise, eyes focusing on another humanoid with a pair of oversized gauntlets attached to his forearms. Fuck, it was someone else. Swearing like a sailor under his breath, the orrean began looking around for B.O.S.S once more, only to have his heart drop right into the core of Remnant. Near everyone else had fallen below the treeline, and among those still with them Seth couldn't pick out any sort of large weaponry. Xavier was gone. "Just Arc-damned great." Seth muttered into the wind, adjusting his postion once more and throwing himself right into the field. For the last few seconds of his flight, Seth closed his eyes and allowed himself to bathe in the feeling of being properly airborne after so very long. His wings ached against his binder, begging to be free and guide his flight to the skies above. It was not to be though, not yet. Seth sighed, eyes opening as he saw the field quickly approaching. He swung around, feet oriented to land on the closer edge of the expanse. If he couldn't find Xavier, he could at least try and rush to the Relic Site. Despite his impressive size, Seth's landing was astoundingly gentle. His feet dug slightly into the grass of the field, getting the attention of a few Grimm for the fact that his landing made next to no sound whatsoever. Forward momentum was the worst to control, taking advantage of it to lean his body forward before kicking off. This time he left a veritable crater in the ground behind him, his body soaring through the air faster than any pair of boots should be able to. A rare laugh escaped his lips as he watched the Grimm scatter behind him, the landscape zooming past at incredible speeds. The second landing was just as graceful as the first, though Seth came to a full stop this time around. He rolled his shoulders, looking across the ways to see how far across this expanse he had made it, and meeting eyes with Sir Boombox Arms the First. "Oh, Arcdammit." |
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| Clover | Oct 18 2014, 09:25 PM Post #4 | ||||||
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The Trébol Brawler
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Hmm...not Nicholas, not Benji, not Brendan, not Ryn.....a stranger. "Uhh....hi," he greeted the other boy, surprised to have found someone already without even trying. Wow, no, that was weak. He cleared his throat and lowered his headphones, deciding to try again. "Just touched ground and we've already got partners, that's cool," he commented, using his ears to survey the area. He heard plenty of plant life rustling in the breeze, of course, as well as Grimm of varying sizes and some students in the distance. Some of them sounded panicked, and there was no way in hell he was going to let them drag him down. None of them sounded like Nicholas or anyone else he knew...damn. His eyes didn't flicker from the guy in front of him, as there wasn't really any need for him to look around. He pulled a smile that looked kind, in hope of lifting the guy's opinion of him. He'd probably heard the ruckus from the speakers, didn't look too pleased by it...or maybe that was just his face. Who knew, Clovis didn't know this guy. He jogged over, eyes finally averting to look behind him. "Name's Clovis, let's get moving. I hear the Grimm starting to move, I don't think they liked our landings much." |
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| Seth | Oct 22 2014, 12:40 AM Post #5 | ||||||
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King of Awesome
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Seth's eyes ran up and down Clovis' form, arms crossed as he evaluated the looks of his... partner, he supposed. This wasn't at all how things were supposed to go. Not in the slightest. To make matters worse, this guy looked competent of all things. No way he was weaseling his way out of this pairing, and he'd be willing to bet that Xavier found someone similarly viable as an ally. The first thing he said was, "Takeoff. My takeoffs create a lot of disturbance. My landings are superb." He sighed, reaching behind his back to withdraw Sand's Lockpick. It wasn't an ideal scenario, but it'd do. "I am Seth Collusi. I'd shake your hand, but you'd crush me in your gauntlet grip. We will be teaming up with another boy with a large sword and whatever partner he's been stuck with. This is not up for debate. His name is Xavier, he is my brother." With that... eloquent speech said and done, Seth turned on his heel, trudging towards the general direction of the Relic Altar. He had a lot of walking to do. |
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| GM Account | Oct 22 2014, 09:04 AM Post #6 | ||||||
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The entire plains shook a little when Seth took off again, causing even the large tree to lean over a little. Clovis and Seth were both correct, the natural Grimm didn't like their takeoffs/landings/movements. Or the gross amount of negative energy that was starting to flow between the two. Little black field rats closed in on the pair, their red eyes glowing brightly against their black bodies with minimal white armor. 3 grimm converged on each of the boys, aiming their teeth at Clovis and Seth's legs. Ankle biters. |
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| Clover | Oct 22 2014, 03:29 PM Post #7 | ||||||
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The Trébol Brawler
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Oh, hell no. The more this guy spoke, the more Clovis decided he didn't like him anymore. The first thing Seth said was snobbish. The second, insulting, as Clovis had enough control over his own strength for a dumb handshake. And the third? Well, Clovis didn't like being bossed around. Like two unaligned gears, he found this guy abrasive at best, and there was no way in hell he was going to take any of this lying down. "Excuse me?" he scowled, doing a 180 from his previously-friendly demeanor. He briskly strode up to Seth and pulled on his shoulder to spin him around. "Uh, no, we're going to meet up with my cousin, Nicholas," he spat, glaring at the taller hunter. "Red hair, pistol-whip and shotgun, smarmy look. And whoever his partner is? We're taking them too. Now, fuck off!" His last statement wasn't directed at Seth, if his full-body turn into a stomp was anything to go off of. His uncovered ears had heard the rats long before they'd gotten near him, and he crushed his heel into whichever one had just tried to bite him. "You're so loud!" he scowled. Ugh. Ugh!! |
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| Seth | Oct 23 2014, 11:13 AM Post #8 | ||||||
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King of Awesome
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Shoulder. Bad move. Seth grunted as he was yanked around to face Clovis, his demeanor going from neutral and disgruntled to full on livid. He rose to his full height as the other boy talked, his words vaguely registering somewhere in his brain. Seth waited for Clovis to stop speaking, ignoring the feeble Grimm attempting to scratch up the Star Catchers, the knee high boots easily protecting him from their offensive. When Clovis was done speaking, Seth lifted his foot and planted his heel firmly onto one of the rodents, digging it in to make sure the beast was pinned to the ground. His voice was level, too level. His eyes burned with cold fury, simultaneously contradicting and emphasizing his even tone. "We are stuck together, according to the rules of this school. I care not for whatever arguments we will have, as they are an inevitability. I am fully aware I am not someone with appropriate social skills. You do not have to listen to me, but you will respect one rule." Seth dug his heel into the squealing Grimm. Without even batting his eyelashes he charged it's body with his semblance, the resulting energy causing the runt to explode with a rather wet pop. The black and red chunks splattered out in a burst away from the pair, Seth's eyes fixated on his 'ally.' "You will not touch me. Ever." Edited by Seth, Oct 23 2014, 11:14 AM.
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| GM Account | Oct 24 2014, 09:39 PM Post #9 | ||||||
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The Zigzagoon over by Clovis flew off to the side, rolling and gathering dust on the ground, armor falling onto the ground. It rose, shook off the dust, and ran back at Clovis, two more grimm in tow. The one under Seth splattered nicely, leaving quite a nice bloodstain on his boot. The Other few by his boot decided that they weren't going to get through his boots, so they started jumping up to his back and attempting to bite him there. If Seth turned around. He'd notice their jaws were unhinging. |
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| Clover | Oct 25 2014, 05:26 PM Post #10 | ||||||
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The Trébol Brawler
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Clovis didn't even hear the explosion made by Seth. All he felt was white hot pain, tearing through his head. He let loose a cry of pain, his armored hands instantly coming up to clutch his head. "Son of a bitch!" he hissed, eyes screwed shut as he bent over and took half a step back. "You fucking asshole!" He hastily put his headphones over his ears, blinking to get his vision back into focus. He needed silence. He needed to stay observant. Eyes not yet focused, he fought to look around, spotting black blurs behind what he assumed to be Seth. He instinctively planted his hands on the ground and launched his foot at the black blurs. He probably whiffed Seth's poncho in the process, but he wasn't really in a state of mind to be thinking about something like that. He felt the impact against the bottom of his boot, and could almost hear the noise of the hit. He pulled his leg back in and quickly pushed himself to a standing position, his stance conveying that he was very ready to fight some monsters, despite his current handicap. "You don't make explosions when I don't have my headphones on, and I don't touch you, deal?" Edited by Clover, Oct 28 2014, 01:08 PM.
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